Walkers low

What can I say now-

Only one of us two

Felt what I feel still

I broke my own rules

When I- felt again


Its too late to change

I’ll move on- soon

You can’t feel what you don’t

And I can loose, what I do

Natures way of creating- blue

Just my color, imbued


You’ll go your way

I’ll find mine soon

Dirt or a highway

I’ll hike it, all alone

I’ll feel- every step


It’s going to take time

Getting used to, nothing you

You came like a new dawn

Waking me from my dream

I didn’t realized, you didn’t belong

Now I have to, unfortunately for me

Natures way of creating- blue

Imbued by you


You can’t feel what you don’t

And I can’t loose…what I do


Poet of the Light © 2020


It defied odds of probability

Epitomizing the face of love

Bright, soft, most titillating

It was as if, you stole hope

From my most inner longing

Colored and then redisplayed

Adding your voice-over tone

Knowing I’d be lured to you

With those promising words

A masterful stroke of genius

Picture perfect for the imperfect

As I- merely a diehard romantic

I twas the moth, and you…the fire


Poet of the Light © 2020


We stumble through life

Relationships and mistakes

Damaging imperfect people and plans

Enduring heartbreak storms

And emotional pitfalls crashes

Things we said and didn’t say- linger

Some we mean, others we don’t

Like phantoms, fairies and ghost

Some you see, some you can’t

But you feel their ever presence

Between fear ridden hope

And elusive unfinished dreams

Wrinkling untried possibilities

Lost time and unwanted things

That ever so close, kind of incompleteness

Which can hold us at bay, at our fringes

In ourselves, life and wholeness

That only an authentic acceptance completes

When we’re bestowed…unconditional love


Poet of the Light © 2020


It’s bewildering: synchronicity

Stumbling over that threshold

Of someone else’s

Into the cold sobering air

Of reality; that waking sensation

That numb and yet accidental

Humiliation, all rolled into one moment

Experienced simultaneously

Wanted or not, shattering your delusion

Circumstances make for romantic fools

Time and time again over the ages

After you started believing in a love possibility

That would defy all odds of probability

But- instead find yourself facing- it not

Standing alone in that never ending moment

That you don’t have a chance in hell

To sum it all up, mildly

Not only are they silently rejecting you

But you have to fully admit

And responsibly evict your unwelcome self

As one of those “good ones” again

Another scar for your souls sleeve

Seen and praised for all your realness

You and your revealed heart of gold title

Are left in as a dark shivering of an answer

As not good enough to be the one wanted

And now you’re forced to silently…move on


Poet of the Light © 2020


If I could transcend all time

and all its etched recording.

I would go back a day before

now, now that I understand

what love is and will never be.

To look for that moment lost

between you and myself and

slip in fully ready… for you


Poet of the Light © 2020

Until then

When your life has become but a fog

And you struggle and stumble each day

Because you’ve nothing left to lean on

Let me be the one you come to…


When those close leave you behind

And the stars remain hidden at night

As the dark covers you in silence

Let me be the one you come to…


When conversations have run amuck

Or no one understands your bad luck

Is carrying you further from yourself

Let me be the one you come to…


When your heart become broken

By those who mattered most then

And leave you to clean their mess

Let me be the one you come to…


When your only embrace is cold

But it is making you more numb

And troubles follow your fears

Let me be the one you come to…


When love doesn’t seem to exist

No mater where you’ve looked for it

And you feel lost, empty and alone

Let me be the one you come to…


When you are too tired to even walk

Because your journey been so tough

Let me hold you awhile to find rest

Let me be a light for your darkness

Let me be the best one then… instead of them


Poet of the Light © 2020


Some of my feral childhood memories

Crudely invade my fluid dreams

So much so that

Over the years they’ve become

Well- a bit more like family

Painful, dysfunctional and unkind

Dropping in unannounced

Always dredging up some stupid past

Thought completely resolved

But mostly, blaming me for it all

And truth be told, half the time

I wasn’t even there or involved

It just goes to show you

That time doesn’t change- everything

And for somethings that a real blessing

Other times, when friends are absent

Or queerly few and far between

Memories rush back to fill that gap

Some with tears, some with laughter

And still, others with learned refreshers

Of how import loving relationships are

In their made moments as well as the future

Its a moment we should review ourselves

On how good or bad we treat others

Memories are their forever vivid echos

Always there waiting for us

They’re meaningful and important

Like friends and foe alike to be cherished

To be understood and placed in context

Because at some point for some people

Memories are really all..we’ll have left


Poet of the Light © 2020


I’ve acutely noticed

You’re missing from my days

And my heart deeply wishes

I was truly more magical

For…both of us.


Poet of the Light © 2020